Watched "Endeavour", the prequel to the Inspector Morse series last night, and I did not know what to expect nor really thought of how anyone could fill in for John Thaw, but just let myself be led along by the hand for a nostalgic ride of sorts. Most interesting though not subtle (nor need it be so, perhaps) is how there was and is a strict definition of what is right and wrong- not about what the "law" is, which, as can be seen at any time to be able to be perverted in all manners and means. This kind of black and white distinction, rather than the increasingly blurred parameters of greyness and all colors in between, is the distinction between faith and mere guesswork- at least, if taken on an individual basis (the only base upon which it should be applied, anyway)
The last scene when Morse's superior asks him in the car was unexpected- "But, what you got to ask is, where do you see yourself in twenty years?" and he looks into the mirror and sees perhaps an inkling of what is to come- and the viewer (or at least, those who have followed Morse through his later incarnation, right until his death) sees ourselves and myself reflected for a glimmer, as well as (for Morse, we feeling for him) both a kind of sad glory and a quiet destiny.
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| "...falls the remorseful day" |
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